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Evening shows me a stack and liters
evening show which made time
vodka and juice I 'm in the way the palette
from all this pain I climb the wall

numb legs , and hands on shoulders
we will become smarter , but not this evening
love only through the veins and ends in summer
find me a replacement, I'll burn all the bouquets

we leave all the secrets
neck tasteful lime
plaintive cries in the face and we became enemies